She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.


I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

so at the end

abrar?

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

like first name

feel you

It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier


Better Lift

Style

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send link

division of reality is straying away from it

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

propensity within someone

kind of mythopoesis

"Put a blanket."

what do you mean


to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

its good